Ole Teddy Roosevelt once spoke
Of man covered in dust
A cut upon his shoulder and
His hair unruly mussed
Striding in the arena was
The man who had the right
To speak on all that he had done
In the earlier fight
That right was earned in combat while
The audience looked on
His honor was his seal of pride
He went where none had gone
While critics of the man might speak
And talk a lot of rot
Their words are like a buzzing fly
For their own blood? Shed not